[Suicide Junkie]

The time that my $100,000 dreadnaught went to attack a phong DN, and 9 more decloaked beside it.

A grinding tactical combat ensued, with my expensive defenses slowly being stripped away. At the end, just as I looked to be gaining the upper hand, my supplies ran dry and my shield regenerators collapsed. Just before the Last of my armor vaporized, turn 30 arrived, and two battlecruisers swooped in to save the day.